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Thinker (Wrong version)
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Thinker (Wrong version) was released on December 15, 2024 by The moon as a part of the album Wrong Planet
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Release DateDecember 15, 2024
LabelThe moon
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Orestis Andreadakis
Orestis Andreadakis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
junoes
junoes
Producer
prodbyΝΤΣ
Producer

Lyrics

Im a thinker
Too many thoughts up in my head
Like a whisper
They hunt me and they coat me in despair
Like the winter, oh my heart is so cold
I can feel it fucking rotting and im not even that old
I'm a singer, I'm an artist, happiness is not a option
Sometimes I feel like they would try to sell my heart up in a auction
And I would be forgotten
I'm full of all these toxins
And every day I wake up feel incredible exhaustion
Maybe I was never meant for this shit
Maybe I came off a UFO back when I was a kid
Cause I'm out of this world I could never quite fit
And my mind is way too quick to remind me of my sins
I can't take it
I can feel them reaching for my heart to break it
Everybody telling me I'm never gonna make it
Might as well fake it
that was never me tho, I'd rather be outdated
and I'm on the sidelines
It don't matter what I do to do it's a waste of my time
Losing everything and everybody that I find
May as well stay inside
Dont wanna go outside
What's the point I'm outnumbered, why even do I fight?
Cause they all waiting on my downfall
When I dropped gunpowder they wished I was suicidal
I ain't dead but I ain't living life, like my idol
So much stacked against me, problem's probably societal
Or is it me?
Tell me, what else could it be?
I'm so tunnel-visioned, I don't even know if I can see
This entire track is thought loops, got me drowning like the sea
They thought I was guilty from the start aint even heard my plea
It's incredible
Somehow in everybody's eyes I'm indefensible
And every single problem that I've caused is irreversible
I act like a don't care and I pretend that I'm not pressed at all
but then I go and cry behind closed doors when I'm not observable
My homies say I need a therapist
But I feel like a monster so I might just need an exorcist instead
I'm fucked up in the head
I know I need some help but don't know if I can accept
I can't do shit Im a thinker
Too many thoughts up in my head
Like a whisper
They hunt me and they coat me in despair
Like the winter, oh my heart is so cold
I can feel it fucking rotting and I'm not even that old
I'm a singer, I'm an artist, happiness is not a option
Sometimes I feel like they would try to sell my heart up in a auction
And I would be forgotten, I'm full of all these toxins
and every day I wake up feel incredible exhaustion
Written by: Orestis Andreadakis
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